In the vampire palace, Qin Ming and his party followed Gray. Why follow him?

It's very simple, there are many ways to get in, and if Qin Ming forcibly breaks this magic, then he will definitely be detected by the people in it.

So it's better to go around honestly, and now in this case, Graysonson obviously comes in handy again.

Although he didn't think much of it himself, this guy was really lucky. It didn't take long to take them to find their way out.

"Boss, this thing really has to be plugged in to work. Gray, who was about to enter the main hall, asked.

He held a dragon's tooth dagger, a relic of the creator god that could turn a part of his body into a dragon.

If you put it in your heart, you will turn into a dragon.

Although there are not so many tricks, the practicality is very strong. Before entering, considering that Qin Ming seemed to be planning to use him as a so-called luck experiment, Gray subconsciously wanted to add a layer of insurance to himself.

"Of course you don't have to plug it in," Qin Ming said as a matter of course, "as long as you use it as an ordinary dagger." ”

Gray, gritting his teeth, thrust the razor-sharp dagger into his left hand with almost no resistance, even though it had been sealed under the ground for thousands of years.

Gray didn't feel much because the knife was too sharp.

But then, the blood from his arm became hot like lava, flowing through his skin.

Immediately after, a red dragon came out of his body, obviously a part of his body, but when the dragon head looked at him, it made people shudder.

At this time, Qin Ming and the others also completely infiltrated the palace residence.

A blood-red space that makes this place look like purgatory.

The red petite young girl sat on the throne, a magnificent figure in the air, looking down at everything blankly.

Several vampires rushed in from the outside, and the majestic figure seemed to react, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed them, he grabbed those bloods in his hands, and the next moment he threw them into his mouth.

Here's those blood packets out there.

Qin Ming had a guess in his heart, in fact, the blood ability of the vampire nobles behind him was stronger, but it was not what the former Twelve Ancestors needed now.

It's like a person who is adrift on the sea, not short of food, but short of fresh water.

However, there is a time limit to this lack of time, and this is very well grasped from the release of the Twelve Ancestors by these nobles, to the activation of magic by magic, to the bloodletting.

If they weren't premeditated, they wouldn't believe it. At the same time, they have done such a thing, which means that they really intend to release the former Twelve Ancestors and fight the human race to the end.

In their opinion, as long as they succeed and there is a Holy Order behind them, there will be no problem, and in fact, there is indeed nothing wrong.

However, Qin Ming was puzzled, what did this guy do that was so angry, as an ancestor, he actually made the people of the entire chaotic land hate her, or was it that this ancestor was really too charming before?

Qin Ming looked at Crowley.

"Explain it to me. ”

Crowley touched his chin: "There are no rules between the bloodline clan that must help the creator, it can only be said that this one is indeed too disliked." ”

Before Qin Ming came out, as the momentum of the former Twelve Ancestors gradually increased, another group of people came out of business.

One of the women didn't talk about it for the time being, but the other one was missing an arm, and Qin Ming and they were very familiar with it.

"Aren't these Spartans?" Gray muttered quietly.

"Look at the lost hand. Qin Ming pointed there and said.

"What's wrong?"

"If he sees your hand, he will make you look like him. ”

Gray...... At this time, can you not joke?

However, at this time, those blood clans seemed to be very familiar with them.

"Where's the poison bottle?" asked a marquis.

"Don't worry, isn't it here?" the man pulled out a turquoise bottle that contained two-thirds of the liquid.

This thing, known as the Tears of the Gods, automatically generates a portion of this liquid every other month.

Once out of the poison bottle, it will quickly disappear. At this moment, it shows that they are still useless.

"Looks like you're well prepared. The Twelve Ancestors said that at this time, she simply let go of this magic array, and it was even more at this time that she simply exposed this magic array completely outside the world.

Outside, under the leadership of the vampire hunters, they who had already begun to attack found their target at once. A stormy attack began.

Vlad watched, eventually frowning.

"It seems that this battle will be inevitable in the end. Hans gave a look of emotion on his middle-aged face.

Although the fighting and chaos in the Land of Chaos have never stopped, for a big man like them, it is quite calm.

However, this storm now represents the arrival of a storm that can sweep through the entire chaotic land and involve their life and death.

Since Qin Ming sent them the news of Sparta, plus the news he had on hand. They learned what was going on.

This is in preparation for Sparta to sweep away the Chaos Lands, first to get rid of the outliers of the Blood Clan in the Chaos Lands, and at the same time to break out a great war, so that most of the backbone and neutral forces of the Chaos Lands will be consumed.

In this way, when they attack, if there are one or two more internal responses. Hans's eyes were on the kibbutz people, and in fact, they both understood the relationship between the two countries.

The scary thing is that this Spartan emperor seems to be much more scheming than the previous ones.

The devil knows how many means and layouts he used in such a short period of time.

Hans took out a wand, and without chanting a spell, a cyan thunderbolt of hundreds of feet emanated from the tip of his wand and struck directly at the magic circle.

It's just that in this case, whether you know or you don't know, there is only fighting. They have already stood in line, it was like that many years ago, it's just a matter of when.

Even for their class, it is unavoidable.

The wind is blowing, and the only way to survive is to try to survive.

On a certain mountain peak here, a vampire duke who had reached the Holy Rank who had been chatting with Po very much looked into the distance with a dog's head and eyebrows.

He wasn't a blood clan in the Land of Chaos, and he came here just for the poison bottle.

At this moment, when the news returned to the place where the former Twelve Ancestors were, he was also very reluctant. After all, the other party is still a saint level, and the time to enter this realm is much longer than him.

However, before he had made up his mind to figure everything out, the old man in black came in front of him.

The third of the Ten Knights of the Holy Ten, Guston, the ultimate in the field of Terran boxing.

From the moment he saw him, he knew that he was no match for him, but the place didn't seem to be looking for him.

When it comes to this class, in fact, there is not much difference not only in terms of strength and race, but also in mentality.

There is no such hatred as the so-called race, but what is the matter with the other party coming at this time?

(End of chapter)

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